Page 33 of Alien's Challenge
He ran a finger over his lips, as if considering the kiss. “That was pleasant,” he concluded.
“That was mild. Let me try again.”
This kiss was harder, deeper. His lips were thin and not terribly responsive, but at least this time she knew he wanted to kiss. She ran her tongue over the seam of his mouth, encouraging him to open.
It was like a light went on.
His chest rumbled, and he pushed forward. He nipped at her lips, his tongue everywhere. Every. Where. Her mouth. Her ears. Her neck. The robe fell open and slid to the floor.
He reached for her breasts, then hesitated.
“It’s okay. I like for them to be touched, but they’re sensitive, so just grab them.” She cupped her breasts to demonstrate, rolling her thumb over her nipples.
He mimicked her gestures, holding both her breasts and lightly squeezing.
A lizardman is playing with my boobs.
Life was strange but awesome.
He pushed her back to the floor, the pillow now under her head. His tongue had to be magic because it felt amazing and found all the good places, like he was mapping her body. He’d lick and stroke, watch her response, nod, and then move on.
Neck? Good.
Belly? Nice but weird.
Elbow? Ticklish. Stop.
Hip? Good.
Thigh? Very good.
He spread her thighs open and kneeled between them. His short quills went down.
“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“You are human.”
Alice bit back her natural instinct for a sarcastic comment about his observational skills.
He continued, “I want to please you, and that requires that I familiarize myself with your anatomy.”
Oh, well, when he put it that way…
“Let me show you how to please me,” she said. With one foot planted on the floor, she angled herself for him to watch her stroke herself.
He leaned in, fascinated. “Repetitive rubbing?”
“For me, yes. This is my clit. It’s a sensitive nerve bundle.” She circled her clit, rubbing and then stroking down. “Would you like to try?”
His finger replaced her own, touching her too lightly.
“Harder. I won’t break,” she said.
He applied pressure, rubbing and circling. Alice tilted her head back, moaning. His quills went down at the sound. He leaned, pressing his mouth to her exposed flesh, and licked.
“Oh!” Absolute delight shot through her, curling her toes. Her fingers tangled with the short quills on his head, holding him in place. This new growth had a soft, feathery feel.
Faris responded eagerly, licking and sucking with a voracious appetite.
